Old Soul



Old Soul

by Julie Sumner


I have always been old.

Before I lost my first tooth

I learned to listen,

to take the long view

of life. I saw it balanced

precariously as a water jar

atop a woman's head

in all the adults all

around me and somehow

understood we're all

vessels marked by fragility,

enduring the unending

cracks and crashes

of time, of gravity.

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